“You’re useless! You and your sister are useless!” their mother shrieked just as sounds of whip against flesh and the breaking of glass pierce through the echoing corridors of their mansion.
There were kids crying — two of them, both boys — as they stood by the doorway, held by a man who looked to be the house butler.
“NO!” the older one shouted as the mother rose to her feet again and chased after the little girl who only looked barely over six, her shirt a little torn on the side and a bruise visibly starting to form on the top of her forehead.
“Come back here, you—”
“ENOUGH!”
The shattering sound of glass and metal against the marble floors of André’s room woke both Yuri and Axel up, alarm swarming their faces as they rushed towards his room that was only in between theirs.
“André
